She came into his life in 1994, almost a decade old at the time. She was honest and loyal, always willing to go the extra mile. He knew her every move, her every part, both inside and out.
She had his heart from the beginning.
Her name was Louise.
For thirteen years, Louise was Jason’s trusty sidekick. They had adventures on weekends and did real work during the week. Louise went to the beach and to the mountains, to weddings and funerals, north and south and east and west.
Seven years ago, Louise went to live with another family. They needed someone trustworthy to help them with adventures and real work. They promised to take care of her and love her. And also, to let us know if she ever needed to come back home.
Three weeks ago, I got a message that Louise was homesick. She wanted to come home and without Jason knowing it, I made that happen.
After he had spent a week in Europe, on Father’s Day Eve, with a tap on the shoulder and the push of a button to open the garage door, she was revealed.
Louise was home.
And they made out.
And drove off into the sunset.
Her name is Louise, and she was his first love.
And now she’s home.